Who could stand
in your fire
and not be consumed?
Your embers remained.
ButI bathed my heart in them
-it is pristine
like
the whites that the women
in Oaxaca washed
in ashes.
Do you remember?
They blinded us
in the sunlight
Now
your eyes
are black and mordicous
blinded by the smoke of
my delicious
and I have learned
to dance through flames.
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